That gets a soft huff of a laugh, as Saxsice shifts to hug her knees to her chest. "That's a mighty cynical view, buddy. But it ain't a wrong one. You're probably right. I never really believed much in most gods anyways, so..." She raises and lowers her shoulders. "Guess it doesn't matter if I'm disappointing some."

Saxsice's small smile widens into the cocky, genuine one that seems much more at place on her face. "You aren't a very good cook. Food's very important, y'know."